The room was lined with 8 luxurious black leather recliners and footstools waiting for tired and weary feet. Two men were reading magazines while being attended to by young Chinese girls and one man was asleep in the far corner. My masseuse plonked a bowl of warm water down to soak off the heat and humidity, handed me a magazine and placed a cup of Chinese tea on the table beside me. I tried to be nonchalant and read like the others but was far too fascinated with the whole process. I also wanted to know what parts of my feet linked to what parts of my body and kept interrupting him with questions.